dried flowers hanging from my window sill,
reminding me that I'm alive and well
if you give me your hand to hold,
I won't refuse it.
but if you give me your affection,
I swear, I'll just lose it.
forgive me for being cursed,
for I'm a daughter of Eve.
you can try to fix me,
but I can only love brokenly.
I am prone to getting things wrong
and not seeing things through.
if you can stand by this mess,
then I will try to love you.
you toss your hair,
the sun doesn't care,
so please put your hand in mine.
you assure me that you're a broken little boy.
so with our fractured hearts let's try to find joy.
Love this.
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